"Mmmm, well, different for us as well. Marking is more personal, and makes the claim personal, rather then simply political." He groaned and let his head fall back. He could feel him, laying against his thigh, warmth along the side of his body. "It is now, just, eating. Feeding was, made personal, so I keep to my rules. You, were born to your world, we are, brought into ours, taught, trained." He wasn't so much breathing, as gasping a bit. "You are teasing." It was only half complaint.